My life is over
I can’t find more Bara Nightmare Sans and I’ve decided that it’s not worth moving forward anymore. Prepare my funeral! Get the flowers! Dig up the corpses!
We’re gonna have the party of our lives.
Then, it will be over.
I’ll hirer someone who can dress up as Nightmare Sans to give me a good thrashing.
(No, not sex.)
Me: And then! My life will be done!
*goes to lay in a 6 foot deep hole in the ground but nobody will bury me so I just lay there pouting*
Friend: cool, cool, can I join you?
Me: no! You didn’t like baras like I did.
*lull in the conversation, electricity in the air*
Friend: ya know there’s still fanfiction, right?
*too far in self-pity to hear*
Friend: umm.. hate to break it to you, but someone probably wrote a bara fanfic of it. Rule 34 and all. Maybe if you just—-
*before friend can finish their sentence, I’m outta that hole and running into the sunset jumping for joy because LIFE HAS MEANING!*
Friend: see ya next thursday.
Me After Writing Whatever the Fuck This Is: um... why did I end my own pity party, this wasn’t part of the plan.
Me being annoyed at my own mental fortitude: I was supposed to be down in the dumps for, at least, another 30 minutes. Why AM I SO GOOD AT CHEERING MYSELF UP!!!
The pity party isn’t done until I say it is.
Fuck y’all who want me to feel better. I can’t find more Bara Nightmare rn so I have a right to be pissed until kingdom come.